<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357522" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Definitions</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have heard it. Oft we heard it long before we came of age.<br>In whatever fields we practise, art whatever arts engage:<br> Ever praise for the performance, still begrudging utmost fame,<br> From who would extol the action yet withhold its hallowed name.<br>Thus, in painting, think how often, praise is mingled with complaint:<br>'No, of course the man's no 'artist' but, by jove, sir he can paint!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As in fields of art and letters, tho' Australian pride has swelled<br>We may never match our betters while the title is withheld,<br> So in sport. Consider racing. This young champion. What a horse!<br> At all distances breaks records, old and new, on every course.<br>But the veterans, harking backward, ban the upstart with a word:<br>'Yes; no doubt the nag has speed. sir. But a 'racehorse'? Bah! Absurd!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the Digger put a show up Over There - some push or road -<br>He won almost fulsome praise: 'The bravest thing God made.'<br> But it seemed he still lacked something - something vague and undefined<br> That would make him, if he had it, the supremest of his kind.<br>And 'twas said in all good feeling of the valiant Aussie band:<br>'These men never will make 'soldiers'. But as fighters? Gad, sir! Grand!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho' he skittled English wickets till their very hope grew bleak,<br>Ernie Jones was ne'er a 'bowler'. No, sir. Just a sort of freak.<br> There's a danger in perfection that may set a man apart,<br> What he gains in execution he may lose, 'twould seem, in art.<br>Now there's Bradman, freak run-getter, making scores till all is blue.<br>Can we call this man a 'batsman'. Speaking honestly, would you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357522" data-title="Definitions de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="We have heard it. Oft we heard it long before we came of age. In whatever fields we practise, art whatever arts engage: Ever praise for the performance, still begrudging utmost fame, From who would extol the action yet withhold its hallowed name..."></div> </div> </div>

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